Feeding humans, she's serious

Chapter 21 Envy Flows from the Corner of Mouth

The two figures fell into a stalemate.

Gu Fanyin clasped the person with great force, so hard that he wanted to break him into pieces and embed him in his arms. From the perspective that only Ning Zhi could see, those magnificent dark red eyes were full of blood.

Ning Zhi looked at himself who was locked firmly, as if his soul was overwhelmed, and for a while, he was a little lost in thought.

All the voices in the arena gradually dissipated. They stared dumbfounded at the scene that seemed to be about to force the overlord to bow their heads. They wanted to look away but couldn't bear it.

Even the two pure sword cultivators under Lin Zong's sect were attracted by the aura of the two colliding and couldn't take their eyes off.

Qian Qiuxue's face was sullen, and she suddenly remembered the book she had read by chance: "Is Fairy Fanyin trying to force Ning Zhi to stay? Then Ning Zhi is going to run away?"

The corner of Lu Nian's mouth twitched slightly: "What are you looking at?"

Qian Qiuxue turned her head, and there was no trace of impurity in those clear eyes: "It is the overbearing swordsman who forced love..."

"The protagonist and the name of the master are a bit similar."

Lin Zong who overheard it by accident: "..."

The already stern face became even colder.

For the sake of the reputation of his own sect, Lin Zong still interrupted, after thinking about it, he still just said: "Fanyin, Mr. Ning is injured."

This voice finally pulled Gu Fanyin away from her strong emotions. She lowered her head to look at Ning Zhi, who was bleeding from the bone spurs, and finally let go of her tightly clenched hands.

Gu Fanyin suddenly realized that she was a little out of control, and opened her mouth, her throat was full of bloody dryness.

"...Your whip is really easy to use."

Ning Zhi withdrew his hand and slowly moved the whip away from his waist, the gloomy bone spur was already stained with his blood.

It turns out that Moxiu's blood is also red.

Ning Zhi sighed subconsciously, reached out to wipe it with warm blood, and the emotions in his pupils were bottomless.

"Give it to you," Gu Fanyin's eyes returned to normal, he put the whip into his palm indifferently, his eyes fell on the circle of blood around his waist, and he raised his hand to touch it, feeling a little distressed.

He secretly thought that he was really living a life, and he would actually do something to his fragile human beings.

Especially since he hasn't done anything yet...

"Is this...delivered?"

In the silence, Ning Zhizheng was a little annoyed by the sound coming from an unknown angle. When he raised his eyes, it was the young master who disliked him.

"Bam—"

Ning Zhi smiled, and slammed the whip into the ground in his hand, and casually glanced at the people who were watching this side, and as expected, he found several unwilling eyes inside.

Mostly because he felt that good things would make him a good-for-nothing, but he didn't dare to ask for them because of the face of Gu Fanyin and his righteous monk.

This is the world of cultivating immortals that people envy in the rumors... Ning Zhi looked coldly, and slowly clenched his hand holding the whip.

The frail black-haired boy was clasping a bone whip that seemed ferocious at first glance. The viscous malice on his body was intertwined with the pure white moonlight, and even the raised eyelashes seemed ethereal and ruthless.

Such a scene was like dancing on the tip of Gu Fanyin's heart.

Until bloody hangs down from the long whip.

"It will hurt." Keenly aware of the blood oozing from his wrist, Gu Fanyin frowned and opened Ning Zhi's hand, without looking at the envious monks, she forcibly led Ning Zhi away.

Even though it was the place where Zongmen recruited students, Gu Fanyin acted recklessly. When he left, he didn't even say hello, leaving everyone with a chic back.

When the figure from the back was almost gone, the exclamation of the crowd slowly sounded from the broad mountain top.

The taciturn Qian Qiuxue held down the hilt of her sword, thinking that the bone whip that could break the Patriarch Chi Xiao's epee would be disliked for injuring a person... her heart felt a little heavy and she couldn't speak.

Tasting alone for a long time, I realized that that kind of emotion is called envy. Qian Qiuxue endured it, but still couldn't help but look at her senior brother beside her, and muttered: "That whip is so sharp."

He had always understood how his junior sister Lu Nian looked at Qian Qiuxue stroking the hilt of his sword, and the standard sword cultivator also had a somewhat moved expression on his face: "Fairy Fanyin has always been generous in her moves."

"Cloud Vault Palace has something to give..."

"En," Qian Qiuxue nodded vigorously, with the same determined expression on her face as when she was practicing sword.

Lin Zong, who silently collected everything in his ears, finally turned around, looked at his two disciples who were written all over their faces with hugging thighs, and his face became more solemn.

He raised his hand, patted Lu Nian's shoulder, paused for a while, and said with a calm face, "The clothes for Ning Zhi should be the best."

"Yunqiong Palace... If you have time, go and hang out more."

"Sect Leader Lin said something completely out of character..." Sect Master Hehuan held a fan and couldn't help laughing, she began to like these dull sword cultivators a little bit.

Smiling and laughing, he remembered that his apprentice didn't even have a chance to look familiar, so he immediately put away the fan on his hand, turned sideways, and poked the master of the Imperial Artifact Gate who had been silent all this time with the fan handle. .

Compared with the three major sects, some sects are limited by the types of cultivation and unique talents, so they are not popular candidates in the recruitment process, and they are particularly reticent in this scene.

One of them is the master of the Imperial Artifact Gate. He has been observing his surroundings, but he is not good at talking.

"Have you seen the thing that Fairy Fanyin took out?"

"Never," the upper voice was a little rough, but the answer he said was very affirmative. Thinking of the spirit mine that had been split apart, the master of the Imperial Artifact Sect only had a vague guess in his heart: "The bone whip, the bones used are extremely spiritual. , the source must be extraordinary."

The head of the Hehuan Sect was silent after hearing this, and then opened his fan again, hiding his face and smiling regretfully: "This is really a big deal for Nan Ningzhi."

"I don't know if Fairy Sanskrit likes women...or those beautiful disciples of my sect are also fine..."

The master of Yuqimen stopped talking, and the envy of seeing good materials returned to his mind.

Has the sect master, who is constantly running around for all kinds of spiritual objects and mines, ever seen such a generous battle?
Not to mention the bones of that kind of talent, any treasure mine in the world of cultivating immortals will cost a lot of money to find!
The envy of the master of Yuqimen almost flowed from his mouth.

He began to secretly think, anyway, Canglan Sect is not too far away from their Imperial Artifact Gate, Sect Master Lin probably wouldn't mind if they came to visit, right?
Not knowing that his sect was about to become lively, Lin Zong recruited disciples and asked them to take the children who had chosen the Canglan Sect down. Seeing the increase in the number of Canglan's disciples this year from a distance, he felt very relieved.

Only then did he think of the apprentice he had accepted, and turned his head. The black-haired monk was still staring at the direction Gu Fanyin and the others left, in a daze.

"I haven't asked your name yet, and since you have entered my sect, naturally you have to prepare a life card."

Lin Zong tried hard to soften his expression, raised his hand to pat the young man on the shoulder, and abruptly patted him back a few steps.

"Yuezhi," the black-haired monk didn't have any special expression on his face, only when he said his name, his emotions fluctuated a little.

last name month?

Lin Zong thought of the aristocratic family that suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago, and just about to ask, he noticed the silent expression on the black-haired monk's face.

In the calm gaze, there was a faint dislike for the name.

(End of this chapter)